There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Clearly, the other party had no sense of self-respect or any desire to bully the weak with numbers.

And there was another person watching from the sidelines, eager to pounce.

We can't delay.

We must leave without holding back and get out as quickly as possible!

Having made his decision, Mo Ya immediately went all out. He raised the feather blade beside him to block Wei Zhuang's sword that slashed across his chest, and flew backward amidst a spray of blood.

Such tactics are tantamount to losing eight hundred of one's own men before killing a thousand of the enemy.

In a clash between masters, he had already revealed a major flaw. Wei Zhuang clearly had no intention of letting this flaw slip by; he stomped the ground and charged forward, his sword aimed directly at Mo Ya's throat.

The fact that Mo Ya did this clearly indicates that he hadn't done something foolish.

The mouthful of blood that gushed out did not immediately dissipate in the wind and rain; instead, it solidified slightly in mid-air, bursting forth with an unpredictable power.

Waaaaah~

A mournful sound, like the wailing of a female ghost, suddenly rang out, and several ghostly figures appeared out of thin air.

The ghost soldiers who had frightened away the South Korean army have reappeared!

This time, however, they did not stop at simply surrounding Wei Zhuang. Instead, they raised their rusty longswords and attacked him all at once.

In this situation, an ordinary person would probably be terrified.

But Wei Zhuang was clearly no ordinary person. Facing the numerous ghost soldiers who came to surround him, he neither dodged nor avoided them, but instead wielded his Shark Tooth sword to meet them head-on.

It was an imposing presence, capable of annihilating any obstacle in its path and sweeping away all obstacles in all directions.

However, Wei Zhuang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly and coldly remarked, "A trick of pretending to be a god."

Those ghost soldiers naturally posed no threat to Wei Zhuang.

Although Jiang Mo had given some explanation of the ghost soldiers before, this was the first time Wei Zhuang had faced such bizarre and unpredictable witchcraft and sorcery.

Even though he was unharmed, his vision was still disturbed by the ghost soldiers.

With the appearance of numerous ghost soldiers, the surroundings have become increasingly dark and gloomy, making it difficult to find any trace of Mo Ya.

Until the sea of ​​fire surged in, tearing through the thick, fog-like darkness.

"You're quite skilled at using blood as a spell. Why don't you stay and tell me where you learned this magic? Maybe I'll take pity on you~"

Yan Lingji's slightly teasing and provocative voice rang out.

Even though the rain suppressed the explosive power of the flames, witchcraft and sorcery were her area of ​​expertise.

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the flowing flames swept away the gathered yin energy with unstoppable force.

Mo Ya, who had used that trick to get past Wei Zhuang, originally intended to take the opportunity to escape, but faced with the sea of ​​fire sweeping in without leaving any blind spots, he was inevitably forced into a very sorry state.

His swift figure reappeared.

Undeterred by its momentum, it charged straight into the sea of ​​fire like an arrow released from a bow.

Yan Lingji tilted her head, her delicate hand reaching out to gently grasp Mo Ya's hand, letting out a dismissive chuckle: "Quite courageous, isn't it?"

As she moved, the spreading sea of ​​fire suddenly contracted and condensed.

It transformed into a giant, almost tangible hand of fire, and with its five fingers closing, it was about to suppress Mo Ya as easily as capturing Sun Wukong.

Suddenly, a dense sound of flapping wings came.

Chapter 118 was taken directly.

The strength that Yan Ling Ji has shown is also much stronger than that of the fire-starting girl who was always just there to lighten the mood in the original work.

This brings us to the last thing Jiang Mo did before leaving the instance.

The Wedding Dress Gu is a special type of Gu worm used to symbolize eternal love and commitment.

This completely deviates from the original intention of developing this Gu worm. The connection established between the mother Gu and the child Gu was originally intended to allow the two to understand each other's hearts, entrust their lives to each other, and even completely share each other's body, mind and power.

But if it falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, it immediately changes its nature.

Thus, the Wedding Dress Gu was born.

It altered the connection between the mother Gu and the offspring Gu to achieve absolute control over the latter, thereby continuously extracting nutrients from the person infected with the offspring Gu.

Like a parasite, and like a slave owner.

Clearly, Tianze wasn't simply lusting after Yan Lingji's beauty; he coveted her talent as a chosen one of the gods and planned to use the Wedding Dress Gu to turn her into a furnace.

Unfortunately, Jiang Mo completely ruined the entire plan.

As for Yan Lingji, that silly girl, in order to pull Jiang Mo back from losing control in the Nine Netherworld, she did not hesitate to feed him the Mother Gu, directly entrusting her whole body and mind to Jiang Mo, just to repay him and pull him back to the human world.

She succeeded.

However, it also left behind hidden dangers that Jiang Mo had not anticipated.

Even though Jiang Mo wouldn't interfere with Yan Lingji's free will, it couldn't change the fact that the two of them were actually using the Wedding Dress Gu.

What impact does the death of the mother Gu have on the offspring Gu?

Jiang Mo wasn't entirely sure, but he didn't want to gamble at all.

This led to Jiang Mo's final actions in the instance, which were both to break through Bai Yifei's encirclement and suppression, and to use that battle to extract the power of the Broken Cocoon and Feathered Gu, then reverse the Wedding Dress Gu and send it into Yan Lingji's body.

It carries Jiang Mo's pure innate true energy.

Yan Lingji was already exceptionally talented, and with this gift instead of being controlled by others, her strength naturally increased by leaps and bounds.

As a result, the measures previously used to imprison her were intensified.

Jiang Mo, who went to rescue the person, almost froze to death.

Even though Yan Lingji's strength is no longer at its peak due to her long-term imprisonment, she is still undoubtedly a master of the Innate Realm.

The method of condensing flames into form is proof of this.

This is something that even Yan Ling Ji couldn't achieve in the original anime.

With Yan Lingji's current strength, even in an unfavorable combat environment like rainy days, defeating Mo Ya would not be difficult.

It is easy to defeat, but difficult to kill.

Capturing someone as skilled in light-footed martial arts as Mo Ya alive would be even more difficult.

Mo Ya's expertise extends beyond mere lightness skills; while his mastery of witchcraft may not match that of Yan Ling Ji, he possesses his own unique strengths.

Just as they were about to be grabbed by the giant fiery hand, black feathers drifted down.

Accompanied by the dense sound of flapping wings, a flock of crows, like dark clouds covering the sky, swooped in, rushing towards the giant fiery hand like moths to a flame.

Like a tidal wave, it seemed intent on engulfing Yan Lingji.

This sudden turn of events caught Yan Lingji off guard. She waved her hand and gathered flames again, but in the rainy weather, it was too late to spread them into a sea of ​​fire.

It could only transform into a wall of fire to barely protect its body.

Incidentally, Jiang Mo, who was not far away, was also trapped in the wall of fire by Yan Lingji, which protected him from the attack of the flock of crows.

However, this act of helping inevitably diverted attention from Mo Ya.

If it were an ordinary flock of crows, let alone breaking through the wall of fire in front of them that was focused on defense, even the giant hand of fire that was formed to capture the black crow would be difficult to shake.

Every single one of them would be burned to a crisp on the spot.

But this flock of crows, summoned by Mo Ya from who knows where, was clearly not ordinary; each of them exuded a dense aura of cold, deathly energy.

Yan Lingji believed it when they said the animals were fed with the flesh of the dead.

More importantly, these crows were numerous, and in their fearless, collective charge, they managed to smash the giant fiery hand to pieces using only their chilling death energy.

In an instant, wisps of smoke drifted away, and a burning stench filled the air.

Amidst the falling black crow feathers, the black crow, which had been imprisoned in the giant hand of fire, once again disappeared from sight.

It seemed to blend into the flock of crows, attempting to escape.

So the once fearless flock of crows suddenly changed its behavior and began flapping its wings, flying away in all directions.

It seems to have some of the Taoist concept of the butterfly dream.

This move truly exceeded the expectations of both Yan Lingji and Wei Zhuang. Who could have imagined that the leader of the Hundred Birds under Nightfall would know a secret technique originating from Taoism?

Just as Mo Ya was about to use this opportunity to escape, a dark figure suddenly stepped forward.

Without having time to explain anything to Yan Lingji, Jiang Mo took a step forward and forcefully squeezed through the wall of fire she had created.

Although Jiang Mo himself was not harmed because of Yan Ling's support.

However, the witch spirit shadows surrounding him were inevitably affected, becoming slightly fainter, which allowed Jiang Mo's figure to be vaguely revealed.

You can see that he stood there motionless, looking up at the flock of crows filling the sky.

His appearance didn't seem like he was preparing to do anything; rather, it seemed like he was startled by the spectacle Mo Ya had created, and in his panic, he had accidentally broken free from Yan Ling Ji's protection.

Then he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

Wei Zhuang dealt with the uncontrolled ghost soldiers with his sword, but he was at a loss when faced with the scene of the flock of crows scattering and fleeing.

Just as she was feeling troubled, she saw Jiang Mo stand up and stand there in a daze.

His brows furrowed slightly.

When Yan Lingji saw this scene, her gaze couldn't help but become fiery, her breathing became rapid, and a hint of anticipation appeared in her eyes.

Perhaps it was because she had always paid close attention to Jiang Mo.

And so, without realizing it, I became familiar with his usual appearance.

Even though there were still some shadows of witch spirits blocking her way, Yan Lingji could still tell at a glance that Jiang Mo was different from usual.

First, the eyes.

The dark pupils remained deep, but their shape had imperceptibly changed into vertical pupils, and they were extremely sensitive, like a feline hunting its prey, constantly turning as their gaze quickly swept over every single crow in the sky.

Secondly, there's the breath.

Jiang Mo's body, which was affected by the corpse puppet transformation, had always exuded a faint sense of inhumanity, and this feeling became even stronger at this moment.

But it is not a sign of lifelessness, but rather a growing approach to death.